A Literary Magazine

Issue Twelve - March 2008

Remington

By JoEllen Moldoff

I heard a rap at the door.
There it was, suspended
like a do-not-disturb sign.
Mother’s old portable turned up last night.
I took it down,
opened the black case,
raised the keys to striking position.
The red and black ribbon
was just where mother left
her correspondence.
Mother’s old Remington returned.
Her fingerprints were still
on the keys. My fingers were drawn
like magnets to the A-S-D-F-H-J-K-L,
the way we were trained in Miss Moore’s typing class.
Without hesitation I typed
the best poem I’ve ever written,
the keys in striking position, tapping the paper,
with a ring at the end of each line.
The poem began with desire.
There were ships, wind, a winter sky, a stranger.
It was tragically comic.
I ripped the paper from the platen
and lowered the keys.
When I woke,
there was no Remington.
No poem.

JoEllen Moldoff has been enjoying a creative phase of life inspired by the people and environment of Orcas Island. Poetry and visual art are her primary interests since retiring from a career in education and counseling. Teaching poetry and memoir writing, as well as coordinating writing activities on the island, are greatly satisfying. In the realm of art, she is exploring various media including monoprinting and collage.

In her writing, teaching and art, it is the process, with all its creative surprises and discoveries, that she finds most rewarding.